What kind of deal was reached between Xiao Letian and Blanqui is unknown to outsiders, but just after Blanqui returned to the city, a secret meeting was held in the old tavern on Montmartre, and a fight broke out. A very high-level argument.
The intensity of the quarrel was not great, but the level of the people involved in the quarrel was very high. The disciples who followed Blanqui, that is to say, the top leaders of the labor movement, all participated in this secret meeting.
After the meeting, everyone's faces were livid, but strangely, everyone's eyes had a gleam that was ready to move.
From that day on, the conflicts in Paris intensified, and bloody conflicts finally broke out between the labor movement and the capitalist middle class.
This winter has been surprisingly cold. The Seine River has completely frozen, and the temperature at night has even approached minus 20 degrees!
People who lacked food and clothing froze to death on a large scale. On the second day after Blanqui returned to the city, the corpse collection team actually collected 423 corpses in the morning.
This was the day when the largest number of people froze to death in the whole winter. The whole city was in a state of shock. People looked at the corpses dragged in the snow on the street, and despair appeared in everyone's hearts as far as the eye could see.
The emergency meeting of the Paris Commune vowed to prevent such painful costs, and unanimously approved a material coordination order at the meeting. In the order, they publicly announced for the first time that all the property of everyone in Paris must be publicized to jointly withstand the cold winter of 1870.
Now all the rich people in Paris are going crazy. Although there was material coordination before, it has never been implemented in black and white. Such a statement by the Paris Commune made it clear that it would go beyond the provisional defense government and implement its own governance.
Trochu was furious. He announced to the whole city that the commune's coordinating order was illegal, and once again reiterated the sanctity of private property!
What is the legal basis for the survival of the bourgeoisie? In the final analysis, it is the sanctity of private property. The British have long shouted the arrogant slogan "The wind can enter my house, the rain can enter, but the king cannot enter".
The British royal family has also acquiesced in the existence of such a slogan. It is this protection of capital that allows the capitalist economy to develop.
What the Commune is doing now has completely exceeded the bottom line of the Provisional Government's tolerance!
You said that because of the war, you confiscated the food of the rich, took away all the excess clothing, and returned the small pawned items of fifteen francs and thirty francs to the poor in vain.
These can be tolerated, after all, it is a national crisis, no one can pretend not to see it!
But when you demand in black and white that all property should be distributed uniformly, and even flies and mosquitoes in Paris are confiscated, this is really digging the roots of the capitalists.
This is absolutely intolerable to all capitalists, not even a single opening is allowed, let alone the special circumstances during wars and severe winters.
If there is a precedent for the first time, there will be a second time. This hole must not be opened!
Trochu ordered the entire army to be on alert, and the capitalists who had had enough had already given up their final compromise and prepared to fight the Commune desperately.
The gunfire finally rang out. It was the desperate rich man guarding his last villa. In order to protect his property, he finally chose to fight violently.
As soon as blood is seen, humanity is immediately lost, and the National Guard immediately begins to fight back!
"Open fire...kill him! These are the emperor's lackeys, blood-sucking corrupt nobles, they are the ones who made the motherland like this!"
"If you want to rob my house, just step over my body..."
Bang bang bang... Before the down-and-out noble could finish shouting, the young soldiers of the National Guard pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the noble's chest, and his whole body turned and shook.
The gold-inlaid shotgun fell to the ground. The women and children at home screamed hysterically and knelt on the ground. The commune soldiers rushed in like a pack of wolves. Their leather boots stepped on the corpses and pools of blood, staining the hall. It's all blood.
"The houses were divided and confiscated, and citizens were arranged to move in... God, this guy has so many gold coins hidden in his bedroom closet!"
"In the face of a national crisis, they only care about their own interests and confiscate everything..."
The last treasures hidden in the closet, the gold-plated candlesticks on the wall, the Chinese porcelain imported from the Ming Dynasty, everything of value were looted.
The women and children of the nobles were escorted to the carriage and prepared to be gathered in the warehouse for guarding. Raoul Rigaud's men were there to give them a "warm reception." I believe that under their hospitality, the last properties of these families were hidden. They will also be searched out one by one.
Raoul Rigault, who was commanding the National Guard to execute the overall order on the street, smiled ferociously, "Fighters of the commune, don't be deceived by the cries of these aristocratic capitalists!"
"All their current weakness is just an act! They have drank so much of the people's blood, shouldn't they spit it out when the country is in crisis?"
"Everyone who does not accept the coordination order will be arrested, and anyone who dares to resist will be arrested!"
"So what if it's an unjust case? Killing his family of three will at least allow hundreds of citizens to live! Should three people die, or a hundred people die? What should we choose?"
War, revolution... sometimes it's just a cold and heartless math problem!
The property of a middle-class family can definitely support a hundred citizens to survive this winter safely. The property of a wealthy capitalist or noble can even prevent thousands of poor citizens from dying of cold and hunger.
The hearts of all the revolutionaries in the communes burned with fire: "We are doing a just cause. Even if a thousand people die, we can save a hundred thousand people!"
"For the sake of the greater self, you must sacrifice the small self! If you don't want to choose to sacrifice yourself, then don't blame us for taking action!"
Violent looting intensified in the city of Paris, and soon the fleeing wealthy began to gather around the garrison barracks, begging the defense government for protection.
Trochu knew that the conflict had intensified to an irreconcilable stage, and he could not just watch the thugs trample on the law!
The red-eyed old general stood on the top floor of the Bourbon Palace, looking at the chaos in the city and clenching his fists: "You forced me to do this! You forced me to do this..."
"Send my order and the garrison will immediately go to the streets to suppress the thugs!"
"At the same time, send a message to Versailles and say that I agree to negotiate with the Prime Minister of Bismarck...ask him to stop the bombardment and attack on Paris from now on!"
"Tell the Prime Minister directly that the thugs are challenging the foundation of all European civilization! This is no longer the public enemy of France, it is the public enemy of all Europe!"
Boom boom boom... The roar of big leather boots suddenly sounded on the streets of Paris. The desperate rich people looked at the regular troops rushing out of the barracks, and tears filled their eyes with excitement.
"God! Please save us! Punish those thugs! Let them go to hell!"
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